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| Ms. Teagues' Basics Class (1) | |
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| Post #1 Oct 2 2010, 02:59 PM | Deleted User |
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Laying the last of the class syllabus' on the last desk I found myself smiling, to myself before turning on my heel, my stiletto heel and started back toward the front of the class, to my little organized. The heels left a resonating click echoing off of the walls as I crossed the room. Within minutes I knew that my students would come sauntering and shuffling into the classroom. I was well aware that this would be the most boring class to them. There was no magic involved, no fighting. But I was determined to make it interesting for them. Make it something that they wanted to do, something they wanted to learn. Flicking my wrist at the white board at the head of the room and muttering a little chant; a marker, a green marker, lifted itself from its resting spot, popped its lid off and wrote my name across the top center of the board. 'Ms. Devyn Teagues' formed across the board. Perfectly lined, perfectly spaced, and slightly decorative. Setting my hip up upon the teachers desk that was given to me with the room, I looked around as she listened to the marker re-cap itself and drop into its correct space. Shifting my dark curled hair behind my ear I quaintly folded my hands into my lap and waited. For some reason, I felt that I had to show these kids how human teachers dressed in human schools. For that reason, today I wore a deep blue button down blouse with quarter length sleeves. Covered by a loose, free flowing light grey vest that railed itself longer around my thighs then around my backside. The upper half of my legs were covered by a black pencil skirt, it rose a few inches above my knees, but nothing that would be inapproperate. My tan legs were bare all the way down to the Steve Madden heels that I wore. There was no pain in dressing like this, not to me anyway. It was part of my past whether she wanted it to be or not. Looking to the door as students began to shuffle in, I smiled, there was always a little internal flutter about starting a new job, teaching new kids. But then there was also not wanting to get stuck with the bratty kids.
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